Celtic Shaman

Blog URL:http://elensentier.wordpress.com/
Blog Tags:celtic, shaman, writer, teacher, art, biodynamic, gardening, organic, mystery

This blog is about my life and work as a writer, artisit, biodynamic gardener and Celtic Shaman.



Latest Blog Posts



Enlivening a drum …

on Jun 2, 2019

Fiona enlivening a drum she’d made recently … View this post on Instagram Newly enlivened drum at work in Ardnamurchan today: 18” reindeer on ash frame, Native American style. This drum is ready to find a forever home now! A post shared...

Weekend Catch-up

on May 26, 2019

Originally posted on Cairnorchies Chronicles: The docks are getting ahead of me so I’ve ordered a strimmer – I’m very familiar with petrol-driven strimmers but this time I’ve risked an electric one. That doesn’t mean a tiny one on a len...

Jabs and Trespassers!

on May 17, 2019

Originally posted on Cairnorchies Chronicles: My vet does a slightly-cheaper call out fee if you accept that they’ll give you ten minutes’ notice of arrival on a Thursday, so I went hurtling out this morning to get the horses in when I wa...

Tarot reading

on May 15, 2019

What I need to focus on today … Wheel of Fortune » Don’t get caught up in all the up’s and down’s going on around you today. The Wheel of Fortune may have you feeling as if you are on a perpetual roundabout going nowhere, whe...

The ground is shifting under my feet … what is this? What is this apparent flip in space-time? What is it asking of me? Yesterday, I didn’t know if I was to stay and fight or pick up and go. Today, it seems I must stay and fight. All the tendrils...

Merlin’s Hill

on May 10, 2019 in: Writing, writing

I found this again tonight mme on Mynydd Myrddin, Merlin’s Mountain. And I found this too, a quote from John Lewis-Stempel’s book about the natural history of a meadow in his farm in Herefordshire in Meadowland: The Private Life of an E...

Down the hill, up the hill, into Wolf Wood. Turn off the main path. It’s darker, much darker, pine trees close, reaching out branches to touch me, catch my hat, stroke my face; putting long, brown limbs across the path and offering me steps to help...